The Distant Joke
The collapse of the Whitmore estate did not begin with a crack in the foundation or a leak in the roof, but with a silence that fell over the town of Oakhaven like a heavy, wet blanket, suffocating the rustling of the autumn leaves and the distant, cheerful barking of dogs until the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of a blow that would never come. It was a Tuesday, a day so...
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